||My Princess|| Mafiatale!Sans x Reader (Completed)
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  • Reads 9,098
  • Votes 119
  • Parts 21
  • Time 2h 13m
Complete, First published Dec 28, 2016
Mature
Y/n is 19, homeless and steals for a living. But when a fateful encounter happens at a local bar, things turn for the better for y/n, or maybe not..... but no matter what happens, her new friends will help her along the way, maybe someone being a little more than just friends..... 
  
  (Y/N back story)
  
  I was forced into being a servant at the age of 6 and escaped when I was 16, after, I was living on the streets for a good 3 years. During this time, I had picked up a few things like how to jump from building to building and how to hide my secrets from others. More importantly, how to use a weapon and how to dodge.
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